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@ Senpai - Can you read this and see if it's okay? Sorry, but I really need some help here.

Spoiler:

Maya Yamada wasn’t having the best day of her life. Granted, being a teacher for IS academy wasn’t the easiest job in the world, but it was doable enough ad rewarding in its own right.

However, she was sure she wasn’t trained in order to handle these kinds of situations.....

After Chifuyu had left the classroom, the entire class went devolved into pandemonium. Screaming everywhere, bodies piled onto the floor in droves, blood spilled in the name of jealousy and other forms of rage. The skies stained with the blood of innocent maiden’s as they all died crying for their beloved.

At least, that’s what the rumors being spread around school would have you believe. Truth be told, the entire class either fainted at the declaration or ignored it as being a lie at hearing the child claiming to be Ichika’s child. Still, Maya couldn’t help but feel glad none of the personal IS pilots were there.

After trying to keep order in the class, Chifuyu returned and told her to take the kid away while she handled the rest of the class. Maya was going to complain....but then she remembered who exactly she was going to complain to, and decided that she preferred to keep living as opposed to dying horribly via a mad Chifuyu.

So now here she was escorting the child to the office in order to find her parent or guardian (Whoever she could find first) and hopefully end this mess.

Maya looked beside her at the young silver haired girl. She honestly did look a lot like her student Laura Bodewig, but her claims of being her daughter were really farfetched.

“Umm, Celeste-san, do you remember how you got here?” Maya asked her nervously. She was also tempted to ask how she got into the classroom without anyone noticing, but she figured asking that would be a bad idea.

Celeste looked up to her, the eyepatch covering her left eye unnerving Maya as it made it look like the girl was glaring at her. “No...I do not remember how I arrived here. I remember I was training my marksmanship in the training practice room, but not much else.” She answered in overtly formal tone.

‘Hmm, it looks like she doesn’t know about how she got here- Wait, did she say marksmanship?’

She grabbed the shoulder of the small figure walking beside her. “M-Marksmanship training? Aren’t you a bit young to be doing something like that!?” She asked her in a panic, completely forgetting her previous question.

“Huh? I-I believe I’m of sufficient age to legally start training my gun discipline. My mother would be proud if she saw how good I was at hitting all the targets.” She looked proud as she explained herself.

On the other hand, Maya was finding this just a bit surreal. “Celeste-san, how old are you?” She asked curiously.

Celeste froze on the spot and stopped walking. “.....12 years old?” She answered as sweat dripped down her face.

‘Somebody’s a liar’ Maya sweat dropped before she had a devious idea. “I see. Are you aware of the law you’re breaking right now?” Her face looked dead serious as she stared down at the miniature girl.

“L-Law? I-I was sure I read everything about the gun laws from mommy’s book and 12 years was the minimum age.” She answered nervously, the overtly formal tone and wording was starting to disappear from her voice.

“Oh yes, didn’t you know the new rule that only 13 year olds could use guns? I’m afraid I’ll have to arrest you for-“ Before she could finish her sentence, the Celeste interrupted her.

“W-Wait, I-I’m 13 years old! I-I just made a mistake, that’s all!” She answered even more nervous than before. In her panic, she failed to realize how a regular schoolteacher would be able to arrest her if she had broken any supposed gun laws.

Maya had to resist the urge to tell her she was just joking as she saw the girl flail around comically.
“Oh? Then please show me your ID. If I see that you’re lying, I’ll have to detain you until further notice and call your mother to-“

Maya nearly fell onto the ground as Celeste suddenly charged into her and hugged her legs tightly.
“D-D-Don’t tell mom! I-I sneak out at night so I can practice when both her and dad are asleep! If you tell her I was practicing, sh-she’ll kill me! Please don’t tell!” Her previously formal tone and wording had completely disappeared and was replaced with a more childish one.
She also seemed to have forgotten that Maya didn’t even know who her mother was (No, she didn’t think it was Laura.). Oh well, she was going to take advantage of her momentary confusion.

“Are you really 12 years old?” She asked.

“I’m....8 years old.” She answered with some hesitation and stepped away from Maya, wiping her face to make sure there weren’t any tears.

Now that made more sense to her. There was no way she’d believe that this girl was supposed to be 12. “Are you going to be truthful from now on? No more ying?” Celeste shook her head up and down. “Alright, we have to go to the office and see if they know who your mother is.” She started walking, the girl following behind her.

Celeste suddenly tugged on Maya’s arm and stopped her before she asked a question. “W-Wait, didn’t you say you were going to call mommy if I didn’t show you my ID?”

“Yes, that’s right. You say that Laura-san and Ichika-san are your mother and father, but I’m sure your parents must be around here somewhere.” Maya answered, ignoring the look of disbelief on Celeste’s face.

“Then how were you going to call her like you said earlier?” She demaned.

“Oh, that’s easy.” Maya resisted the urge to laugh as the girl seemed to realize what she did.